You ask a few questions. And get some interesting answers

"I know who she is," you answer carefully. "Who else was playing?"

"Oh...um...I'm not sure I remember everyone. There was Rose's roommate, Chanel, I remember because it was their room we were playing in. And their friends Margot, and um.....Cindy something. My roommate Elsa was there, Elsa Heatherington. And this girl Danni Nesley. She was really mad when Rose dared me to come here and take a picture with you naked. She was even madder when I said I'd do it. She said she should get to do it because she'd get a picture of the two of you...you know...fucking."

"But it was Rose who dared you?"

"Yes. It was after she found out I was a virgin. She dared me because she didn't think a virgin would do it. It made me kind of mad that she laughed at me, her and Chanel and Margo and them laughed at me for being a virgin. So I accepted the dare because I wanted to show them. And I did! And then...then you...took me...while you were dreaming or whatever, and now you've made a woman out of me! Thank you so much!" she says gleefully, showering you with kisses.

"It was my pleasure, believe me. But I want to say again that it wouldn't be a good idea to talk about this?"

"Oh I won't! I want this to be our secret!"

"What if you play Truth or Dare again and they ask you?"

"I'll lie," she says without hesitation. "You're none of their business. Some of them want...to be with you. They'd just get mad if they knew I already had."

"Which of them said that? That they wanted to be with me?"

"Oh...most of them. Danni for sure and Cindy thinks you're super hot. Rose too. She says you paddled her and she...she had an orgasm. Is that true?"

"I don't discuss punishments with other students," you say firmly.

"Ok, that seems fair," she says, then looks thoughtful before kissing you firmly again. "If some of them want to...you know...to do it with you? Are you going to?"

"I don't discuss one woman with another woman," you answer, giving her a kiss.

"Ok...so you won't talk about me? And you won't tell me if you...you fuck any of them?'

"That's right. Does that bother you?"

"Not really. A little I guess. I'd like you all to myself. I'd like to be the girl you....you choose to....to fuck."

"We made love Clara, we didn't just fuck. If we just fucked I would have bent you over my desk and taken you. Instead of bringing you to my bed and teaching you, making you a woman."

"Oh God," she whispers, kissing you and giving a little shiver of delight. "You did! You made love to me and made me a woman! Oh...I'm just glowing inside. Will you...will you fuck me, bend me over your desk and fuck me? Will you do that too Dean? That sounds so...so nasty and exciting! You could make me your...your bitch again!"

"You are a very sweet girl," you chuckle, kissing her again. "And yes, we can do that. But you're not a bitch, you're a woman. Remember that."

"But I liked being your bitch...just now...when you fucked me from behind! I loved it just as much as when you took your time and licked me and nuzzled me! I want to be your woman and your bitch! I can be both, can't I?"

"Of course you can Clara," you smile, giving her a final kiss and standing up. "You should get dressed now. I need to get some work done." As you turn your eye catches your night table drawer and you remember the condoms it contains. Which kindles the memory of Clara refusing to pause to let you put one on. With a careful smile you look at the girl as she slides off your bed, her inner thighs glistening with the cream that's oozing from her pussy. "Are you on birth control Clara?"

Her eyes widen in sudden shock as she puts a hand to her mouth and shakes her head.